Butterflies (Poem)

Emelina Brown
October 22, 2021

Butterflies

 

I could almost hear the fluttering in my stomach

A soft whirring of wings

I shrugged it off

And tried to focus on the steps I was seconds from performing

Five six seven eight

One two three four five six seven eight

Eight pairs of wings flipping and feeling and fearing

Were they nerves?

Were they birds?

They were probably just nerves

That hurt

But blue insects started to appear one by one

The pain started to lessen

Five six seven eight

One two three four five six seven eight

Eight pairs of wings flipping and feeling and fearing

Glowing blue like florescent drops of rain

Lines of black like spilled ink

I barely noticed

The time had come

The wings came on stage with me

Mimicking my steps

Circling my head like a halo

Five six seven eight

One two three four five six seven eight

Eight pairs of wings flipping and feeling and fearing

And dancing with me